Night Time Musings
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Summary: In the dead of night Kisame's ponders his dark angel. Kisame X Itachi. Kisame's P.O.V.
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A smile forms on my lips as I watch over your sleeping form. I am always flattered when you tell me you wish to sleep, for I am the only one you will place enough trust in to watch you, protect you, while you are defenceless.
Out of it's usual tie, your deep, black hair is spread out on your pillow. It frames your pale face like a dark halo.
Your long lashes brush against your cheeks ever so slightly. So very like that of a girls.
My sharp teeth gleam in the pale moonlight as my face splits into a grin. You look so like an angel, heh. If you are an angel then you must be one of death.
For you are a killer, as am I. We must be, to survive as we do. Our hands are stained with the blood of many. Yet it does not bother us.
You cut down your family, your kin, with your own two hands.
Never a tear.
Never a tear.
i wonder will you cut me down also, if i become a burden.
Unlikely, though you will of course say otherwise.
It is you who are afraid of being unless, then cut down....I'll never let that happen. Never.
You are my partner, and I will never give you up for dead.
In our pathway, our life, they dicourage bonds, closeness, companionship. I don't follow that way. Besides, if it were really true then why are we given partners?
We don't speak. Not often at least. And yet we understand each other perfectly.
I don't know what you think of me, for we never speak of it.
But me, myself, and I consider you a companion, and even a friend. The very first not to shrink away in disgust at the mere sight of me.
I'll never give that up.
I'm proud to be your partner, proud to fight beside you.
In battle your movements are as graceful as a dance. Always you are graceful, precise, deadly.
I know that to get close to you means to dance with death itself. Yet closer and closer I draw.
Will you end me if I grow too bold?
I hope not.
My hand brushes across your cheek unconciously. My rough skin catches on yours.
Your skin is so soft, like silk.
your eyes flutter open at my touch.
"Kisame."
I give you a smile. Not a viscious grin, but a soft, caring smile. One ment only for you.
"Itachi."
You smile up at me, leaning into my touch. I am the only one you will smile at.
That knowledge causes me to warm in something close to happiness. That you would give something so precious to one such as me. It brings color to my cheeks. Not a rosey pink but a deep purple.
I dip my body to brush my chapped and cracked lips against your silken mouth.
You bring your hand up to snake your fingers through my thick, course hair. It is my turn to lean into your touch.
The gentle weight of your hand on my neck causes our lips to brush once more.
Our cheeks touch in a simple sign of affection.
I sigh in utter content. These small, quiet moments between us is so utterly perfect in my eyes.
Our lips touch once again. I smile softly.
You truly are an angel, even if you are one of death.
I would be content, happy, peaceful nowhere but by your side.
Again our lips brush.
So even when my night time musings are interupted, I'll be always by your side. My dark night time angel.
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